TO die would be a gift.

My question to you,

As I slowly drag the razor across my skin

Is if it worth it?

The countless hours of telling me

How incredibly useless I am

And the days spent working

Until I'd fall asleep standing

I'll watch these drops of red slip out

And tell myself I know whose fault it is.

It's mine; always has been

This is a reality I must accept.

My mistake, existing, breathing

Taking up space; using what I

Shouldn't; Destroying happiness

Maybe I'll just keep on bleeding

When the cut scars over

Deep inside the wounds won’t heal

It's agony knowing you serve no purpose

Only to be vented on by those who

Brought you into this hating world

A loving family - always denied

This is life - Maybe Others deal

With issues like my own, but thats

Something I wish not to ponder

Because to think these troubles onto another

Is a cruel thought indeed.

Since I know what it's like

To want to die so badly

So now i will end it

These bleeding wounds will bleed until

I have finished hurting for you

Because another second living

Would seem so wasteful to you

But I'll never forget how it feels

To be living the life

Of a Teenage Wastebasket